I’m definitely not a morning person. I used to be a night person, but now I’m more of a nothing person. There’s no hour of the day or night that I wouldn’t rather close my eyes and sleep . . . and sleep . . .

I didn’t get much sleep last night. This morning, I had a 32-ounce iced coffee on an empty stomach.

I’m fishtailing between nausea and euphoria . . .